Earlier in the week pastures about Barrowfield Farm were patterned from cropping of silage. Once the sun has burnt into the cut grass the pattern is lost and the fields are golden.
A dog-walker disturbed the redstart I was photographing and he dipped below the escarpment and sang from a tree just out of sight.
I knew he would continue singing close below the cliff- edge, so I made a video of his song and as I listened I heard birdsong from the hanging wood and lambs in the pastures below.
Fragrant orchids are budding and the first are in bloom, creamy white butterfly orchid and common spotted too. Dropwort has pink buds and a froth of white flowers. And grasses are flowering. So, an aesthetic of flowering grasses.